When recovery gets hard, there are so many reasons to want to be at the finish line without having even started.
Recovery isn’t a race.
Someone important to me likes to say “there are no jazz hands waiting for you”.
Living a life of waiting for the finish line is living a life full of disappointments. There is no finish line. Not if you are living a healthful nourished life, or if you are living dangerous eating disordered life; we are on a life long journey of change and growth and learning.
Your recovery will take the time that it takes. You are worth that time.
Life will still throw shit at you. That’s not going to stop. The change will be in the way you react and the coping skills you use. Choosing a different response instead of engaging in symptoms can become automated and instinctual.
Don’t forget to live while you are recovering. The whole world is out there waiting for your contributions.
And if there is no finish line, we might as well make our own jazz hands along the way.
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